6. Asher
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Asher
Wiley and I have been messaging back and forth for a week now and yet it feels like we’ve known each other for years. Mandy says I get this goofy look on my face whenever I start talking to her. I don’t know if she’s right. What I do know is, I get this warm feeling inside, my heart beating a little faster. My cheeks hurt from how much I’m smiling, and all we’re doing is talking.
“Why the hell are you so chipper this morning?” Billy runs up alongside me as we trudge our way out of the surf for another gruelling beach run before diving back into the ocean.
“Nothing.” I shrug, one corner of my lips working into a cocky grin.
“Uh-huh, sure, and does this nothing have a name?” He keeps pace with me, Blake, another player I’ve gotten closer to over the last few months, joining him on the other side.
“Why does my chipper mood have to be because of someone?”
“Because you’ve been a pain in everyone’s ass since that damn photoshoot,” Blake laughs, bumping his shoulder into mine. “And this week it’s like, BAM, a new Asher.”
“Do you all have nothing better to do than to talk about my moods?” I snicker, knowing they’re right, but wanting to keep my little bubble with Wiley to myself for a little bit longer. We haven’t even gone on a date yet and considering she’s in Sydney and I’m down here now, it’s gonna make things even harder.
“Look, whatever or whoever is making you happier, don’t fuck it up, yeah?” Billy advises, my calves burning with the exertion of running in the soft sand.
“I’m trying really hard not to,” I mutter. Lucky my cute girl comment didn’t bite me in the ass.
After several more gruelling treks up the sand and into the ocean, we bus it back to the stadium and into the change sheds. Sitting in a circle, Kai and his dad, Jason—the coach—take the lead on tactics for our upcoming trial match against the Rays. The whole team knows I’ll be a target and we’ve planned on how to use it to our advantage. It doesn’t stop this pit opening up in my stomach and filling with betrayal and lies.
“Hey.” Billy nudges me with his knee. “Those fuckers won’t lay a hand on you. We won’t let it happen.”
Nodding, not wanting to say something that might seem ungrateful, I don’t doubt his sincerity. I doubt my promise not to take things further if push comes to shove. Pushing the thoughts aside, I try to concentrate on what Jason is saying, but I keep drifting off to a more pleasant train of thought. One with blue eyes and curves for days.
“Hey!” Fingers snap in front of my face and I blink away the thoughts I can’t keep under control and look up at Billy’s smirking face. “You’re really gone, aren’t you?”
“I dunno what you’re talking about.” Scanning in front of me, I see everyone’s gone and I give myself a shake.
“Sure-sure,” Billy laughs, slapping a hand onto my shoulder. “It’s so obvious that whoever this mystery woman is, you’re so into her it’s not funny.”
“And how is that you know so much, huh?” Shrugging off his hand, I get to my feet, stretching my back out.
“Because, my friend, I know that look well.” His attention shifts from me to the woman he is so clearly in love with as she speaks to Kai. “The things I would daydream about doing to her…fuck.”
Fuck, indeed, I say internally, some part of me frustrated at not being able to see Wiley. Touch her. Drink in that heady, exotic flower scent I can’t seem to shake.
“Look, if you’re worried it’ll affect my game, I can assure you?—”
“I know it won’t, Asher. That’s not what this is about, mate. This is me, understanding where you’re at right now. You want some advice?” Despite never having had an issue with women…ever, I nod, so out of my depth with Wiley I’m not sure what to do. “Don’t wait to tell someone how you feel. Make sure if she’s important, you let her know. You can’t get back lost time.”
“That was…awfully philosophical, Billy,” I remark, shocked really.
“He does have his moments,” Kennedy says, having joined us, planting a kiss on his cheek. “If this is about your female friend, I agree. You should go for it. From what Mandy says, she seems nice.”
“I’m gonna kill her,” I grouse, running a hand through my hair, planning all the ways I’ll make my cousin suffer.
“Don’t be mad at her,” Kennedy offers, a gentle hand on my forearm. “She wants the best for you. Besides, when you joined the Dingoes, you joined more than just a footy team. You joined a family and nothing stays secret for long in a family.”
Kennedy’s words about family play on my mind on the drive home. Do they really consider me part of the family already? Still doesn’t excuse my actual family from divulging what’s been happening with me.
“I will get you back for that, Mandy,” I mutter, turning up the steep road that leads to my house. “You just wait…”
My words trail off as my phone rings, the dashboard display showing a name I’m not expecting. Accepting the call, my heart beats a little faster as I answer. “Wiley? Is…is there something wrong?”
Saying her name out loud does things to me. The thoughts I couldn’t stop of her on her knees, my cock deep in her throat and me telling her how well she’s taking it, play havoc with my voice.
“Um, no. not with me,” she says hesitantly, the sound of her voice turning my semi into a full-blown hard-on. “But I was going to ask you the same thing. I just…it sounds stupid now that I’m saying it out loud. But I had this feeling like you were mad or angry. God, the first time we speak on the phone and you’re gonna think I’m a looney. Sorry, I shouldn’t have rung you. I’m just gonna go?—”
“No!” I shout way too loud, the idea of her hanging up the worst thing I can think of right now. “I mean, please don’t.”
Silence hangs in the air as I pull into the driveway and grab my phone to head inside, but it’s Billy’s advice that pops into my head. “I…I’m glad you called. And you’re not crazy, I am feeling a little…mad. Nothing you need to worry about, though.”
“It is weird that I sensed your feelings, right?” There’s hesitation in her voice, a wish perhaps that she hadn’t said it.
“Weird is good,” I smile, punching the code into my front door. “I don’t think I’d like you as much as I do if you were some stuck up snob.”
Even as the words come out, my heart lodges itself in my throat, the thudding consuming my senses. What if she thinks it’s too soon? What if?—
“I like you too.”
It’s a simple enough statement, but it’s enough and I throw caution to the wind, and turn our first voice call into a video call.
“There she is,” I sigh, when her face comes into view. “Cute girl herself.”
“Says the cute boy,” she laughs, pink colouring her cheeks, and I swear to god, my heart explodes.
“I’m never gonna live that down, am I?” Mischief fills her blue eyes, and my breath stalls as she skates her tongue across her bottom lip.
“I’m sure the world would love to know how much of a dork Asher Scott is.” She winks playfully.
I don’t know where she is or what she’s doing but she seems relaxed, her long hair down, the waves of fiery brown tumbling over her shoulder and I want to slide my fingers through it, tugging her mouth closer so I can claim it.
“I doubt that very much.” I shake my head as I head into my bedroom and flop down onto the bed.
“Is that your…bed?” she asks with a sigh, bringing a hand up to her mouth and tugging on her lip.
“Hmm, would you like it to be?” I tease, holding my phone higher so she can see more of me and my bed.
“Are you asking me to be in your bed, Asher?” The way she says my name. Fuck, I never knew a sound could be so perfect. And maybe it makes me an egotistical jerk to like hearing the sound of my name from her lips, but I’ll own it if I can keep hearing her say it.
“That depends, Wiley. Would you like to be in my bed?” The slight part of her lips has my cock standing to more attention than I think I can stand much longer and the way she runs a hand down her throat… fuck!
“I think it’s something we’d both like,” she utters quietly, and I sit up, the idea that she might be here, that wild hair of hers spread out across the bed as I fuck her senseless, my new favourite thing.
“Promise?” I rumble, Wiley’s breath catching at the sound.
“Uh-huh,” she mumbles, and I’m seriously contemplating jumping in my car and driving up to Sydney.
Opening my mouth to say something, I close it. I can’t say it. It’s absolutely too soon.
“What was that?” Wiley pulls her phone closer to her face and I spot little aqua flecks in her eyes. “You can’t do that.”
“Do what?” I pitch my head backward, unsure what she’s seen.
“You were going to say something, but stopped yourself. Please don’t, Asher. I…I don’t want us to hold back.” Every night for the past week we’ve texted till the early hours of the morning. I’m pretty sure we went to sleep with blue bits from all the flirting and sexual innuendo. I just don’t want to do something that might endanger whatever this might be.
“I was being a dork,” I laugh, and yet Mandy’s comments still have an echo of truth about them.
“Then be a dork and tell me.” When I don’t say anything, she gets to her feet, the screen suddenly changing angles. I’m looking up at Wiley wrangling her hair into a messy bun before she strips her shirt off. “How about you tell me now?”
As she picks her phone up, I have to concentrate on not swallowing my tongue. A pink lace bra is all that stands between me and seeing tits I’ve been dreaming about every night as I’ve scrolled through her socials. Even the pink lace can’t hide how taut her nipples are, the little rosebuds straining at the material.
“Cat got your tongue?” she purrs, tracing her free hand over the curve of her breast, releasing a sensual breath as her fingers brush over her nipple.
“I know which pussy my tongue would like to be in,” I counter, her lips parting enticingly and I realise I have never met a woman like Wiley.
In one short week, I’ve learnt more about her than I have any of the previous women I’ve ever dated. Even the fact that she’s followed my career from my debut in the Rays reserve grade team. I know her favourite colour is red. She prefers milky coffee over black. Hates peanut butter, but loves peanuts. I know she’s estranged from her family and is proud of her business. I’ve shared just as much with her, and I know we bonded over the family stuff. My manager has always told me to be cautious when it comes to women. Share only what you need to until you’re sure they’re worth the risk of letting them into your life. I couldn’t stop myself from telling Wiley everything, even if I wanted to. We’ve been open books with each other from that first message Mandy sent on my behalf.
Wiley knows what she wants and the proof of that is her standing half-naked on our first video call wanting me not to keep anything from her.
“Why, Mr Scott, you seem to think this comes for free.” She waves her hand up and down her body. “You need to tell me what you were going to say, or the shirt goes back on.”
A fucking week and I want this more than my next breath. It’s not normal…right?
“Tick-tock.” She waggles her finger back and forth, before reaching for her shirt.
“Alright, you win,” I growl, not sure where this game is taking us, but wanting to control the next move. “I was going to say that my cousin Mandy mentioned that there’s such a thing as…love at first sight.”
I wince as the words leave my mouth, half expecting her to laugh in my face. A thoughtfulness crosses her gorgeous features, the afternoon sunlight streaming through her window, highlighting the thin ring of blue in her eyes, her pupils wide and alight with need.
“And does that frighten you?” she asks, shifting positions, and I catch her teeth biting into her pink, glossy lips.
“Does it frighten you?” I reply with a question of my own.
“I think you’ll need to incentivise me to answer that question, Mr Scott,” she taunts, holding her shirt up and waggling her eyebrows.
“I think that can be arranged,” I smirk, gripping my shirt at the back of my neck and pulling it over my head in one swift motion, dropping it on the floor.
There’s no missing the appreciative hum Wiley releases. Even on the video call, I can tell she’s devouring me in a way I want to see up close and personal. “So, is this incentive enough?”
“It’s certainly impressive,” she hums, tugging at her lip playfully. “I think I might need to see some more, though.”
Fuck! Are we doing this? I mean, I am all in for it. I guess I’m a little shocked and that doesn’t happen too often to me. This woman is everything I’ve ever wanted and more.
“Ladies first.” I wink, the decision to keep playing an easy one, but fair is fair, right?
“Such a gentleman,” she teases, her plump lips parting and I wish to fucking god she was in front of me. I want to fucking kiss her, take her mouth and brand it as mine.
My need is only intensified as she positions her phone on something and steps back, giving me a full view of her body as she turns, slipping her pants over that fucking ass of hers. A matching pink lace G-string, nestled between her peach ass cheeks, tips me over the edge and I can’t stop the string of curses falling from my lips. As she steps out of her pants, turning painfully slowly to the front, my hand falls to my cock, gripping it tightly in the hopes of not embarrassing myself.
“So, does the idea of love at first sight frighten you, Asher?” She skims her fingers across the top of her G-string, coming to a halt at the pink bow sitting in direct line with her pussy.
“Fuck, Wiley. The things you’re doing to me,” I groan, my voice husky and on edge.
“That doesn’t answer my question, but I can assure you the feeling is very mutual. I…I’ve never done anything like this before, you have to know that, Asher. It’s just…”
“It’s just this thing between us,” I finish her sentence. “It’s crazy and scary and I want it…you, more than my next breath.”
“Yes,” she breathes, a sense of relief washing over her. “Does that mean you believe in love at first sight?”
“I…I don’t, well I didn’t,” I correct myself seeing alarm rising within her. “Meeting you has changed so many things I thought I knew, Wiley. Do you believe?”
“Quid. Pro. Quo,” she states, nibbling on her lip and toying with the strap of her bra.
“Whatever my cute girl wants.” It’s a huge step to call her mine and as a coy smile slides across her mouth, a pink flush colouring her cheeks, I fucking know she feels it too.
Slipping a hand into my trackies, I tease her, stroking myself beneath the material and am rewarded with a gasping moan. One filled with so much fucking need; my hand slides easily up and down my length thanks to the pre-cum leaking out. Without an ounce of doubt, I slide my cock out, fisting it tightly.
“Holy fucking shit!” Wiley gasps, one hand clamping over her mouth and I can’t help but smirk.
“You like what you see, Wiley?” My ego is eating up the way her hand slides down her throat as her eyes dart between mine and the way I’m stroking my cock.
“Like’s a pretty weak word,” she finally manages to say, coming closer to her phone, her chest rising and falling rapidly as I continue to stroke myself, polishing my knob with even more pre-cum.
“So, what word would you use?” I grunt, straining to keep my shit together. “And don’t think I haven’t noticed you not answering the other question.”
“I’d use the word magnificent, but I think that would give you a big head,” she laughs, hearing the innuendo in her own words. “I didn’t believe until I met you, Asher. It seemed like a ridiculous impossibility. And yet here we are and all I can think about is being with you and not just for sex. Sure,” she pauses, a shy smile playing on her lips, “I’d be lying if the thought of sliding my very wet pussy down that fucking anaconda of yours doesn’t make me want to come right now.”
“Holy fucking shit indeed,” I rasp, her words doing things to me I can’t explain. “And that dirty fucking mouth of yours, Wiley. I want it…”
My words die as my door swings open, Mandy storming in.
“Oh fuck! Asher, what the hell?!” she exclaims, covering her eyes and running out.
“Asher?” I hear Wiley cry as I drop my phone.
“What the actual fuck, Mandy?!” I yell, tugging my pants up, my heart in my throat.
“I’m sorry,” she yells back. “The front door was open. I just wanted to make sure you were okay!”
“Asher? Asher, who is that?” Wiley calls out panicked.
“I’m so sorry,” I apologise, picking the phone back up. “That was my cousin, I swear.”
She doesn’t say anything and I can’t tell if it’s sorrow or suspicion clouding her beautiful face as she grabs for her clothes.
“Wiley, I’m sorry. I promise that was my cousin, Mandy. I’m…she’s…fuck! Fuck me dead! I…” my words come out all jumbled and all I want to hear is Wiley saying she believes me. I can’t have fucked this up already, can I?
“It’s…okay, Asher,” she finally says, disappointment in every word, her clothes now back on. “I remember who Mandy is.”
I’ve told her about my family, especially Mandy. She knows how close we are. But not that fucking close. “Wiley, you have no idea how sorry I am. I should have made sure my front door was closed.”
“It’ll be a funny story we tell to other people,” she jokes, her lips twitching as she struggles to hold in her laughter. It doesn’t work and we both end up snickering, and it quickly turns into howls of laughter.
“So…so you didn’t think…” I leave the rest of my question hanging as we both get our breathing under control.
“That you had another girl in your bed?” she finishes for me, shaking her head. “No, but it did scare me.”
“Fuck, sorry. I promise to lock the door next time.”
“Next time, huh?” she muses, her playfulness returning.
“You can’t tell me you didn’t want to see me?—”
“Stroke that anaconda till you came? Oh, yeah, that I wanted to see.” Fuck, this woman is perfect.
“Wiley, I’m gonna make a mess of myself if that dirty mouth of yours keeps it up.”
“Maybe you’ll just have to do something about that,” she says suggestively, sliding her tongue across her top lip.
Mandy is making noise in the kitchen muttering to herself about needing to scrub her eyes and I shut my door, leaning on it. “I’m gonna be in Sydney this weekend. I want to see you, Wiley. No, I need to see you.”
“I’ll be at the trial game,” she answers, but not my question and the thought of her watching me play wearing a fucking Rays jersey, because that’s her team, has thoughts of me ripping it off her come to mind.
“No, I mean after the game, Wiley. I need to taste that fucking pussy of yours and make sure that dirty mouth is all mine.” I can’t make my desire any clearer and as her throat bobs with the effort of holding back what I think is a moan, she nods. “Use those words you’re so good with, Wiley. You have to tell me.”
“Yes,” she murmurs, the pink colouring her cheeks extending down her throat. “I want all of that, and I want you to tell me I’m a good girl while I choke on your cock.”
Grabbing my cock again, I’ll need to fucking rub one out before I go and deal with Mandy. “Fuck! Just fuck! You’re so fucking perfect, Wiley.”
“You think so, cute boy?” I nod, already jerking myself into a frenzy. “I’ll see you on the weekend, then.”
“Yes, you fucking will,” I grunt. She knows what I’m doing, she has too. When she flashes her tits at me before disconnecting the call, I shoot my load, ruining my pants. “I think I’m gonna marry that woman.”